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Surely there was a time I might have trod The sunlit heights, and from life's dissonance Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God Is that time dead? Lo! With a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance - and must I lose a soul's inheritance?" "How subtle-secret is your smile". "Many a man hath done so; sought to fence In straitened bonds the soul that should be free. Trodden the dusty road of common sense, While all the forest sang of liberty." October 1st 1907 - [[underlined]] Roslyn [[/underlined]] One year and a half has passed and the same feelings and emotions rack my poor body and mind. Now perhaps they are in more control and also ^[[in]] more [[?able]] [[strikethrough]] form [[/strikethrough]] form. At least I feel as if I would ^[[sometimes]] open a drawer and take something out on a given subject. It would be of no value except that it